Apotheosis
ToTheArk
I’ve traveled so far from home
Seeking the riches, yet I still roam
The legends tell me it must be here
I feel the presence, I must be near
A warm glow emits from a nearby door
My body shakes, a sensation so pure
I’m drawn to this room as if it were meant to be
As if some higher power were calling out to me
Stumbling upon the throne of a God
I find myself urged to follow the impossible footsteps of the one who precedes me
How can one man fill the shoes of a legacy known to all?
I will take it upon myself
These shoes are mine to fill
I now possess the crown of crowns
I have claimed the sacred throne
I have become a God
And what kind of deity should I be?
Humanity’s enemy?
I have become a God, but at what a cost?
I have become a God, unholy black Sun
I can’t believe my eyes as the rain fall from the sky
What have I done?
What kind of monster have I become?
What’s done is done
At the time what seemed like fate was actually personal gain
More than a monster
I feel it leaving
Bicameral grieving
Humanity slipping
My genius ascending
My sanity spiraling
This body dissolving, distorted, evolving
More than a monster
So far from heaven
So fucking far from heaven
What’s done is done